Congney, Okra town.

The hot sun was barbecuing the earth, the strong wind blew, and the yellow sand swept across the cactus.

Not far away, a red canyon is clearly visible.

This place was originally a gold digging spot, but once rushing into tens of thousands of fanatical gold diggers.

Some of them got rich overnight, while others were corpses on the streets. After experiencing a carnival full of blood and death, most of them left silently, leaving behind a mess, and the small town of Ocra.

Horses are the most convenient means of transportation here.

Cowboys and muskets are the customs here.

There is also a tradition of duels in the local area. It is not a gentleman duel with back-to-back counting one, two or three, but a showdown between cowboys and cowboys. Winning and losing and death are determined only within a few seconds.

A good marksmanship and quick gun drawing skills are enough to win you a lot of applause and even the favor of beauties!

Therefore, don't underestimate the locals.

Among those cowboys, there may even be [soldiers] or even [gunfighter] hidden!

Most of them make a living by grazing cattle and horses, and sometimes they also work part-time as bounty hunters. Of course, if you are forced to make a living, it is not difficult to understand if you occasionally do one or two votes.

At this time, Sulu stepped into the territory of the town of Okra.

He wore a cowboy hat, jacket, red cloth-edged mid-waist jeans, and horse boots... he was dressed like a local. After walking a few steps, he saw a bar.

Push open the louver door that is only halfway through the middle and walk into it.

For a moment, many eyes seemed to be staring at me and disappeared.

The bar was noisy, the tobacco was mixed with the smell of wine, and it was full of smoke and smoky feeling.

The noise and hustle and curse, the girl's giggle and the drinker's flirting seem to form a unique symphony.

There is also a row of wanted orders on the wooden wall on one side, drawing several portraits of evil spirits, with the amount of reward written below.

There are only a few, with black and white photos, but the distortion is very high.

Seeing this scene, Sulu smiled and came to the bar to sit down: "A glass of beer!"

"As a welcome to foreigners, I will treat the first cup!"

The middle-aged bartender, wearing a white shirt, a black vest, and two sexy beards on his lips, quickly delivered a large glass of beer and said with a smile.

"Why... I can tell that I am a foreigner?"

Sulu glanced at his clothes, and he changed it deliberately, exactly the same as the locals.

"You are missing something!"

The middle-aged bartender gestured: "There is a missing gun bag around your waist...and, so is your accent!"

Sulu took a sip of the beer and nodded thoughtfully.

Compared with the big cities in the east, the firearm ban here is much looser. Basically every cowboy will bring a revolver or two, claiming that this is ‘man’s love’.

Su Lu also likes this kind of romantic life, so he immediately decided to go and defend himself later.

At this moment, he frowned.

Inspiration felt many eyes gathered, full of malice, as if a wolf pack was watching a lamb mingled in it.

‘Is this…used me as a fat sheep?’

Sulu smiled and waited to see which one came to die first.

In just a glass of beer, he heard a lot of messages.

for example……

Greed, the "butcher" who ranked first in the bounty, robbed which bank he did and what evil deeds he did.

Also, the second "Rogue" Zoren appeared somewhere, playing tricks on a group of police officers, and no one has ever seen his true face or anything else.

"belch……"

Next to Sulu, two cowboys were very excited to drink, and a red-nose cowboy yelled: "Local Mounted Policeman Woods is my cousin. Last time I wanted to build a forage farm and needed a piece of land. I asked my wife to make an apple pie to bring to him. Do you know what he said?"

He glanced at Sulu, and his voice became louder: "After he took the apple pie, he gave me a large bundle of ropes, claiming that as long as the ropes are surrounded, it will belong to me!"

'This may be true.'

Sulu didn't care, knowing that some places in the central and western parts of the Federation have not yet completely divided the boundaries between written laws and folk customs. And because of the tight police force, sometimes, there is only one mountain police officer in a small town, and it is indeed a matter of one sentence.

If it weren't for this, he wouldn't have come yet.

What I like is that there are a large number of legal loopholes in this state. It is easy to take advantage of loopholes to get a few identities.

Of course, the red nose next to him said this on purpose, which is suspected of intimidating himself.

If you are really a foreigner and don't have gun protection, you can guess what will happen next.

Basically, even if you appeal, there may not be any result. Even if you have another twenty years, regional protectionism will still exist tenaciously.

Especially in the Midwest where cowboy culture is rampant, if ordinary people resist a little, it may not be impossible to turn into corpses!

"Hey! Outsider, don't you invite 'Old Will' to have a drink?"

Sure enough, after red nose bragging, he stared at Sulu with a provocative expression.

"Old Will, this is my bar after all!"

The bartender scolded.

Sulu was a little surprised, and he didn't expect that this boss was so dedicated.

"Himmer...yes, this is your territory! Boy, do you dare to go out with me?"

Old Will pointed at Sulu.

"OK!"

Sulu agreed happily and immediately heard a sigh around him.

"Why did you snatch it from Old Will?"

"He is so lucky...I want him to treat him tonight!"

...

"What's this? Will I be determined to eat me?"

Sulu sneered in her heart and followed Old Will to leave the bar.

Not to mention the ability of the [Mysterious Scholar], just relying on his [Roamer]'s agility of up to 3.0, you can do things that ordinary people think are incredible, such as... dodging bullets!

Of course, this does not mean that his speed is faster than the bullet, but it can still be done faster than the opponent's trigger.

As long as he is not a [gunfighter] and holds ordinary guns, Sulu is not afraid.

‘It just so happens…I’m missing a revolver…’

Sulu glanced at the gun bag around Old Will's waist and couldn't help but be satisfied.

"Foreigner..."

Old Will was conscious of his fate and was showing a hideous smile. Suddenly, his face turned surprised again and looked at the entrance of the town.

Sulu followed his eyes and saw two knights bathed in the red sunset, and the leader was a wheat-skinned cowgirl.

She was toned, like a female leopard, with a gun bag on each side of her waist, holding a horse reins in one hand and a straw rope with the other hand. The straw rope was connected to the knight behind her, and was an unlucky guy with heavy restraint on her upper body.

"It turned out to be her?"

Old Will exclaimed softly, glared at Sulu fiercely, showed a 'Your lucky' expression, and turned back to the bar.

‘That's over?’

Su Lu stayed there, a little surprised. His first appearance was over?
Chapter completed!